Chapter 6
One day Laura was surprised to learn that Julie's parents, who lived in another city, would stay at the apartment for a few days on their way east.
"I think you'll like them," Julie said. Then she added: "They know all about you."
Laura was uncertain about the situation, but she decided there was nothing she could do. Clyde had already met Julie's parents, and he seemed happy about the visit.
And so Ralph and Hilda Demarest arrived the next afternoon. They were both in their early forties. Ralph was a beaming little man with dark hair and a thin dark moustache. He had merry eyes and a nice laugh. He seemed like a good-humored, affable sort of guy. Hilda was a tall woman with blonde hair and piercing eyes. She seemed more strait-laced than her husband, but she was friendly enough and Laura soon felt at ease.
They all sat around chatting for a while, and then Ralph said his automobile needed repair work and that he ought to take care of it as soon as possible. Shortly afterward he drove off with Julie to find a garage. Hilda went to the room where she and her husband would sleep during their visit, and Laura busied herself in the kitchen.
About twenty minutes had passed when Laura decided to go to her room. As she passed the guest bedroom, she heard Hilda laughing. The bedroom door was partly open and Laura automatically turned her head to look into the room. What she saw made her gasp.
Hilda and Clyde were sitting on the bed close to each other and whispering. Hilda's dress was unbuttoned and draped at her waist, her bra was hanging loose, and Clyde had his hands on her large creamy tits.
Flushed with the embarrassment of her discovery, Laura quickly went to her room and closed the door. Her heart racing, she sat down on her bed and thought about what she had seen. Whatever their relationship might be in public, Hilda and Clyde were obviously close friends.
Overcome with curiosity, Laura left her room and quietly returned to the corridor. The guest bedroom door was now closed, but Laura knew the keyhole was large enough to give a clear view of the inside of the room. Kneeling down, her heart beating wildly, she peered through the keyhole at the scene inside.
There was no doubt at all about what was going on in there. Both Hilda and Clyde were now naked. Clyde was stretched out on his back on the bed. Hilda was half on the bed and half on the floor with her head bent over his waist. Hilda had her back to the keyhole and Laura could see no more than the woman's meaty ass, but she had no doubt that Hilda was sucking Clyde's cock.
Clyde had his right hand on Hilda's head and he was obviously urging her on.
Laura found herself mesmerized, her eyes riveted to the spread of Hilda's plump ass, the hairy crack between the cheeks, the hanging lips of her cunt, and the dark winking asshole.
She's certainly not blonde down there, Laura thought.
Hilda finally moved completely onto the bed, twisting her body to one side so that Laura now had an unobstructed view of the woman's mouth on Clyde's cock.
She's at least forty, Laura thought. She's old enough to be his mother!
It was apparent that Hilda was enjoying herself. She sucked the boy's meaty cock with skill and relish, with an expertise that Laura guessed came from years of experience. She moved her head up and down on Clyde's cock with deliberate slowness, occasionally backing off to flutter her tongue over the swollen knob, one hand pressing down at the base of Clyde's cock so that the bulbous cock head was kept at its maximum size. She sucked the cock as if it were a tasty fruit, something there for her own pleasure, as if it hardly mattered that the cock was attached to a body.
Laura's knees were hurting and she decided she'd seen enough. One thing was certain: Hilda Demarest was not as strait-laced as she seemed to be!
The next few hours passed uneventfully. Ralph and Julie returned home and afterward they all sat down to an early dinner.
After dinner Ralph entertained them with a series of amusing stories. Laura decided he was really a charming little man. He was not exactly her type, but she could understand why another woman might find him attractive.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened until shortly past nine o'clock, when Clyde took Laura aside and told her to wait for him upstairs in her room. She had no idea what he wanted, but she did as she was told.
She was in her room about fifteen minutes when Clyde came in and closed the door behind him. She paled when she saw he was carrying her collar and leash.
"Please, Clyde," she said. "You can't."
The boy gave her an amused smile. "Oh yes I can," he said. "Take off those clothes. You need something sexy."
He forced her to strip off her clothes.
"Black," he said. "Get the new stuff we bought for you last week."
In a short while Laura found herself wearing a black lace bra, a black lace garter belt, dark gray stockings, and black high-heeled sandals.
Framed by the garter belt, her hairless pussy in front and the globes of her ass in the rear looked particularly luscious.
"Christ!" Clyde said. "You're a sexy bitch, Aunt Laura!"
She blushed. They passed the next ten minutes searching the closet for a dress, and finally Clyde decided she would wear a black and white print dress with a high neckline.
"And pin up your hair," he said. "You look great with your hair up."
Laura pinned up her hair in a neat chignon and put on fresh makeup and lipstick. When she looked in the long dressing mirror she saw a sedate-looking woman, a curvy body outlined by a thin summer dress, and elegant legs flattered by dark hose. There was no way anyone could tell that underneath the dress she wore a garter belt without panties and a pussy without hair.
Once again she begged Clyde to change his mind, but he stubbornly refused.
He attached the dog collar and leash to her neck and they left the room. Laura trembled as they walked down the stairs. When they entered the living room there was a sudden hush. With a lewd smile, Ralph sat back and licked his i lips.
Hilda narrowed her eyes and fingered the pearls at her throat. Julie covered her mouth to suppress a giggle.
It was finally Hilda who broke the silence. "You look stunning," she said. "I love the dress."
Tugging on the leash, Clyde laughed. "Raise it up," he said.
Her eyes vacantly staring at the wall, her face flushed, Laura began lifting the dress. She raised it up above her knees and thighs and finally to her hips.
"Sweet Jesus!" Ralph said.
Hilda chuckled. "How adorable!"
Pulling on the leash, Clyde brought Laura forward to stand in front of Ralph.
His eyes glittering, Ralph stared at the hairless pussy, at the pink slit bisecting the plump outer lips, at the ripe bulge of her cunt sensuously framed by the black lace garter belt. His moustache quivering, he blew his breath out between his teeth.
"Gorgeous," he said. "Do you mind turning around?"
Avoiding his eyes, Laura turned to show him her ass.
Ralph muttered under his breath. He raised his hands to touch his fingertips to the globes. He traced the contours of the cheeks. Finally he splayed out his hands on the ivory skin, his thumbs pointing at the crack, and he slowly spread her open to look at her asshole and cunt from the rear.
"Christ, what an ass!" he said.
Clyde chuckled and pulled Laura over to Hilda.
Still holding up her dress, Laura bit her lip and closed her eyes.
Hilda gazed a long time at the exposed pussy. Finally she extended a hand and ran her fingers lightly over Laura's thighs and then up to the hairless mound.
"Open your legs, honey," she said.
Blushing, Laura moved her legs apart.
Hilda ran a single fingertip over the slit, between the lips, probing delicately, and finally pushing the finger into the humid cunt hole. When she pulled the finger out it was glistening with juice.
"Lovely," she said. "She's dripping wet."
After that Clyde moved Laura to the center of the room and had her peel off her dress.
"There's some wine in the kitchen," he said. "Bring a bottle and we'll have our little party."
Laura was in the kitchen no more than a few minutes when she found Ralph behind her, pressing up against her rear, the bulge of his cock probing the crack of her ass.
"You're a sweet little piece!" he hissed.
He snaked a hand around front to grab a tit and then his other hand replaced his cock and slipped between her thighs to finger her cunt from the rear.
Moaning softly, she leaned back against him. Ever since watching Hilda sucking Clyde she had been on edge because of sexual arousal, and now that she finally had a man's hands on her body there was no way she could resist it.
Ralph soon had three fingers in her cunt, churning the sopping wet hole.
Pumping her hips, she began fucking his hand.
He seemed delighted. "Move it!" he said. "That's what I like to see! Come on!"
She was overcome with a wave of lust, her throbbing cunt rising quickly to the peak of physical sensation. She started coming with short gasps, her hips bucking in a frenzy, her head tossing from side to side with a final groan.
Slipping out of his arms, she fell into a chair.
Ralph laughed. "Be my guest," he said. "You owe me one. I'll collect it later."
He sniffed his fingers, wiped them with a towel, and walked out.
Laura had hardly recovered when she realized someone was in the kitchen with her. She looked up and saw Hilda smiling down at her.
"Men don't understand women," Hilda said. "They think we get as exhausted as they do."
Taking hold of Laura's hands, she pulled the younger woman to her feet. They stood there close to each other, their bodies almost touching. Hilda ran her fingertips over Laura's waist, over her ribs, and then slid her hands behind Laura's back and opened the snaps of her bra.
"I've been curious all evening," Hilda said.
The bra cups fell forward and Laura's quivering tits were exposed.
Hilda's eyes shone with approval. "Delicious!" she said. She lightly touched one of the long nipples, testing its sensitivity and smiling when it began to lengthen.
"And sensitive!" Hilda said.
Sitting down on a chair, she made Laura turn to face her and lean forward to show the hang of her tits. Then, raising a hand to hold one of the ivory globes, she took the long nipple into her thick-lipped mouth and began noisily sucking it.
Laura moaned. She shortly realized she was on the brink of an orgasm. Hilda was sucking and fondling her tit in a way that no one had ever done before. A shudder of pleasure rode up and down her spine, and then suddenly she was coming, crying out her ecstasy, her hand holding her other tit and squeezing the nipple in rhythm with Hilda's sucking mouth.
When Hilda finally pulled her mouth away, Laura's nipple was swollen and glistening wet with saliva.
Hilda chuckled. "I was wondering if I could make you come like that." Her hand slipping between Laura's thighs, her wrist pressing up against the hairless pussy, she squeezed and fondled the cheeks of Laura's ass. "Has anyone ever made you come like that before, just by sucking on a nipple?"
"No," Laura said.
Hilda smiled. "It's nice, isn't it?" She maneuvered her thumb now, rubbing it between Laura's fat cunt lips and finally pushing it into the wet slurping channel of her cunt hole.
Laura responded with a moan of pleasure.
"You're a natural slave," Hilda said. "I bet these two kids are having a high old time with you, especially my daughter. I bet she gets you to do all kinds of nasty things. But you like doing nasty things, don't you?'v
Laura blushed. "Sometimes."
"So do I," Hilda said. Without warning, she pushed a finger into Laura's asshole. She now had a thumb in Laura's cunt and a finger in her ass, the two fingers massaging the thin wall that separated the two channels.
Laura groaned. The massive feeling of double penetration was exquisite.
"You're dripping juice on my hand," Hilda said.
"I'm sorry."
Using her free hand, Hilda pulled back her dress and cupped her palm over her panty-covered pussy. She began massaging herself.
Fascinated, Laura looked down and watched the woman masturbate.
"I'm just teasing myself," Hilda laughed. "You're going to take care of this for me, aren't you?"
Wincing from the pleasure induced by Hilda's fingers, Laura nodded. Why not? She'd licked and sucked the daughter's cunt, why not the mother's? Hilda was right: she was a natural slave. She adored being probed and squeezed and fondled and used. She wanted to be defiled, to be inundated with cunt juice and cock juice.
"Do it now," Hilda said. "The old fireplace down here needs attention."
She abruptly pulled her fingers out of Laura's cunt and asshole, slipped her panties down and off her legs, and put her feet up on the chair.
When Laura went down on her knees, Hilda grabbed the younger woman's head and pulled her face into her crotch with a sigh.
"Suck me, honey. Get a good mouthful and suck. Make believe it's apple pie."
Laura sucked and licked and chewed until Hilda was moaning. Then she pulled her face back to have a good look at the older woman's cunt. It was a sultry cunt, ripe and meaty, with thick brown lips, lewd lips, cunt juice seeping out of the hole and trickling down to her fat white ass. The deep musk of the cunt smell was overpowering.
"Suck me!" Hilda commanded. "Eat my cunt!"
Laura trembled. This was different than her experience with Julie. This wasn't the immature pussy of an eighteen-year-old girl. This was the ripe cunt of a woman. Laura could feel her own clitoris throbbing, her cunt lips quivering spasmodically.
Once again she lowered her mouth against Hilda's cunt. This time Hilda raised her legs and draped them over her shoulders so that Laura had access to the older woman's ass.
Hilda's body was different from anything she had ever known. There was a raunchy sexual smell of perspiration overlaid with a smell of powder and perfume, the combination terribly erotic.
She crushed her face between Hilda's legs, her mouth on the lips of the cunt, her tongue stabbing and tasting. Hilda's cunt was hot and sloppy, the wetness of the sexual discharge oozing against
Laura's face. She prodded the bloated cunt lips with her tongue, tickled the puckered circle of muscles that ringed the opening of the cunt hole. A glob of thick juice oozed out and Laura lapped it up.
The inside of Hilda's cunt was as interesting as the outside. Laura could feel the slick wet walls of the channel with her tongue. Each breath was heavy with Hilda's intimate feminine odor. The tight sucking tunnel of Hilda's cunt, the fleshy red maw of her gaping sex made Laura's mind reel with delirious lust.
"That's it, honey!" Hilda hissed. "You suck like a dream! You really love it, don't you? Julie said you're an amateur, but she's wrong. You just need the right kind of encouragement!"
Laura sucked, slurping up the juice, her nose pressed against the woman's clitoris, tickling and cajoling and rubbing the red bean.
"I'm coming!" Hilda cried. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh my God, I'm comiinngg!"